In the beginning...

October 21st... Indescribable of days, the day in which the ineffable voyage of Constance & Genevieve began. In this case, fate was well met in the refillable eco-friendly cup of accord shared between these two aquaintances. My thoughts first took the turn of outplacement: "was I being fired?" "what qualities am I lacking that this Constance posesses?" But then my thoughts quickly turned to pie. The mathematical one. Not the food, you fool... As I stepped into the coffee shop I could smell the freshly brewed coffee grounds in the air as if they were dancing celestially like tiny ballarinas of pleasent aroma throughout my nasal cavity. I, Constance, being of sound mind, saw there Genevieve behind the marble top counter, slounching like a wilted daisy... I, Genevieve, noticed the new barista saunter in with a certain lackadasical jaunt, as though she had recently dined with the muses and taken home a doggy bag. Lively yet soothing music and pleasant chortle buzzed in the background as we conversed; unknowing of the coming significance of our unexpected and unscripted meetcute....